Lyrics

White man came across the seaHe brought us pain and miseryHe killed our tribes, he killed our creedHe took our game for his own needWe fought him hard, we fought him wellOut on the plains, we gave him hellBut many came, too much for CreeOh, will we ever be set free?Riding through dust clouds and barren wastesGalloping hard on the plainsChasing the redskins back to their holesFighting them at their own gameMurder for freedom, a stab in the backWomen and children and cowards attackRun to the hills

Run for your livesRun to the hillsRun for your livesSoldier blue in the barren wastesHunting and killing's a gameRaping the women and wasting the menThe only good Injuns are tameSelling them whiskey and taking their gold

Enslaving the young and destroying the old

Run to the hillsRun for your livesRun to the hillsRun for your livesRun to the hillsRun for your livesRun to the hillsRun for your lives

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